The Destinata (A Teen Wolf and Vampire Diaries FanFic)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

~Raven's POV~

'My first day at school and I find out I'm some sort of mystical freak.' I kept thinking to myself as I rode home. I rounded the corner that lead to my street and was nearly hit by a '67 Camaro. I slammed on the breaks and my bike skidded so that I was facing the car. In the front seats were two guys. I yelled, "Nice driving Jackass!" Then I flipped them off as I drove away. I was so not in the mood to deal with crappy drivers in their fancy cars, no matter how beautiful they are, the cars I mean.

When I got home I saw my dad's car in the driveway. I parked my bike and walked into the house preparing for the worst.

I smelt him before I saw him. He smelled like vodka mixed with rotting meat. "I got a call from your school. Apparently you skipped all of your classes after lunch. Where the hell were you?!" He took a drunken step towards me.

"My friends were having a problem so I helped them. We lost track of time."

"Liar! We just moved here so you don't have any friends. No one would want to be friends with you anyways!"

I was crying, "Dad please, I'm telling the trut-" I was cut off by him backhanding me in the face which split my lip open. He then grabbed me by my neck and held me up to the wall choking me.

"It's your fault she's dead! It's all your fault!" He threw me to the floor where I got a rug burn on my elbow. "Get to your room you worthless piece of-"

I ran upstairs before he could do anything else. I didn't cry anymore. I was in shock like I usually am after he beats me. I locked my door and opened my window. I didn't even bother to clean myself up; I just grabbed my I-home, my lighter, and my cigarettes and went onto the roof and just lay there smoking, listening to Evanescence. I let the smoke from the cigarette consume me and make me numb. They weren't exactly legal cigarettes, I mean there may or may not have been pot in them. Either way I'll never tell. I smirked to myself, but then realized it was a bad idea because my lip was still bleeding.

For a while I just lay there and stared at the moon and the stars, it was a Friday so I didn't have to worry about getting sleep for school. I was on my second cigarette when my music was shut off and someone sat down beside me.

"Kind of depressing, don't you think?" I looked at the man beside me. He had black hair and blue eyes and this air of cockiness around him.

I wasn't even shocked that he just showed up on my rooftop, maybe it was the weed or maybe it was just the fact that so many unbelievable things had happened today. "That's the point dipshit. I'm in a depressed mood. Ergo depressed situation."

He smirked, "You're feisty. It reminds me of a younger me."

I looked at him, "Who are you anyways?"

"That's for me to know and you to dot dot dot."

"Jackass..." I muttered.

"It's not very nice to call people names." He said pretending to be hurt.

"I never said I was nice."

He stopped and sniffed the air, "Your idea of an escape is pot?"

"Don't knock it till you've tried it." The next thing I know my cigarette is gone and this guy is smoking it. "Hey! That's mine." I whined.

"You told me to try it." Then he looked at me seriously. "What happened to your face?"

"Ugh, buzzkill much? Just forget about it." I go to light up another cigarette when he stops me.